River Boat

River Boat short poem

Uploaded by Mary Ricketts


A sunny day on the river Ouse
was chasing away the blues
Sure, nothing to lose
Divine muse
Joy

We really enjoyed our little cruise
drinking coffee and some booze
Sure, nothing to lose
Divine muse
Boy

What a life! I could certainly use
more – was even time to snooze.
Sure, nothing to lose
Divine muse
gloy!

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Mary Ricketts

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I was born in Hounslow, Middlesex, England into an upper working/lower middle class family in 1942. I now live in Northamptonshire, England and since I am a widow and retired, I depend on the university of the third age to frame my weekly activities. I have two grown up children but no grandchildren. I like reading, singing, country dancing,scrabble, mahjong, board games, knitting, strolling, pubs. I don't like housework and gardening very much. I am bipolar but helped by lithium. I also have acid reflux, a suspected heart murmur, possibly glaucoma too. That's all for now folks. I'll add to the list as I go along, so long as I can.
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ammu sachariah
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good one. I enjoyed it.

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